'Don't-t believe everything you hear, boy-human,' he said. 'Much I have done, and will do, and I'm convinced I am right. But it wasss not I who hurt Creideiki.'
'Did you destroy the buoys?' Toshio could sense Dennie standing close behind him, watching the large dolphin silently over his shoulder.
'Yesss. But it was not I who ssset the trap. Like King Henry with Beckett-t, I only found out about it after. Tell this, on Earth, if by some strange chance you should escape and I don't. Another took the initiative.'
'Who did it, then?' Toshio's fists were tight balls.
A long sigh escaped Takkata-Jim's blowmouth.
'Our Dr. Metz wrung from the Survey Board berths for some who shouldn't have been on this voyage. He was impatient. A few of his Stenos had… unusual family trees.'
'The Stenos…'
'A few Stenos! I am not one of Metz's experiments! I am a starship officer. I earned my place!' The dolphin's voice was defiant.
'When the pressure built to the breaking point, some of them turned to me. I thought I could control them. But there was one who turned out to be more than even I could manage. Tell them if you get home, Toshio Iwashika. Tell them on Earth that it'sss possible to turn a dolphin into a monster. They should be warned.'
Takkata-Jim gave him one long, intent look, then his spider turned away and followed his crew back to the longboat.
'He's a liar!' Dennie whispered after he had gone. 'He sounds so reasonable and logical, but I shiver when I listen to him!'
Toshio watched the spider disappear down the trail.
'No,' he said. 'He is ambitious, and maybe crazy too. He's probably a traitor, as well. But for some reason I think everything he said was explicitly true. Maybe a surface honesty is what he clings to now, for pride's sake.'
He turned, shaking his head. 'Not that that makes him any less dangerous.'
He approached Charles Dart, who looked up with a friendly smile. Toshio squatted near the chimp planetologist.
'Dr. Dart, how big were they?'
'Were what, Toshio? Say! Have you seen this new robot? I made it up special. It can dive to the base of the shaft, then dig laterally to those big magma tunnels we detected…'
'How big were they, Charlie?' Toshio demanded. He was tense, and ready to throttle the chimpanzee. 'Tell me!'
Dart glanced briefly, guiltily, at Toshio, then looked down at the pool wistfully.
'Only about a kiloton each,' he sighed. 'Hardly big enough to set off decent crust waves, really.' He looked up with large, innocent brown eyes. 'They were really only teeny little A-bombs, honest!'
70 ::: Hikahi
The need to run quietly kept her speed to little more than it might have been with a sled. It was frustrating.
Cut off from contact with anyone for more than a day Hikahi studied the seascape around her to avoid thinking about the possible fate of Creideiki and Streaker. She would find out what had happened sooner or later. Until then worry would only wear her out.
The morning light filtered down to the canyon bottoms as she swung east and then northward. Clots of dangle-weed drifted overhead, and copper-backed fish darted briefly alongside, until the driving skiff left them behind.
Once she caught sight of something long and sinuous that quickly slithered into a sea-cave as she approached. There was no time to stop and explore, but she did take the monster's picture as she passed.
What will I do if I find Streaker destroyed? The thought came unwanted.
I'll go back to the Thennanin wreck as an intermediate step. They'd need me there. But I'd be commander, then. And hiding at the bottom of the ocean wouldn't be a long term solution. Not on this deadly world.
Can I bring myself to negotiate a surrender?
If she did, she wouldn't let the Galactics take her personally. She was one of the few who, with the right notes, could plot an accurate course back to the derelict fleet.
Maybe I'd see the crew safely interned and then make a break for it in the skiff, she thought. Not that the skiff could ever make it all the way home, even if it could run a Galactic blockade. But someone had to try to get word back to Earth. Perhaps there would be a way to punish the fanatics… make their behavior so costly to then that they'd think twice before bullying Earthlings again.
Hikahi knew she was dreaming. In a few thousand years humans and their clients might have that kind of power, maybe.
Hikahi listened. There was a sound…
She turned up the gain on the ship's hydrophones. Filters removed the background growl of the engines and the tide. She heard the soft scurrying sounds of the ocean creatures.
'Computer! Filter for cetacean output!'
The patterns of sound changed. The sea became quiet. Still, there was a trace of something.
'Increase gain!' The noise level rose. Above the static hiss she heard the faint but distinguishable cries of swimming dolphins! They were desperate sounds of combat.
Was she picking up the echoes of straggling survivors of a disaster? What to do? She wanted to rush to the aid of the distressed fen. But who was pursuing them?
'Machine soundsss!' She commanded. But the detector winked a red light, indicating that there were none within range. So, the dolphins were sledless.
If she attempted a rescue, she risked the only hope of the crew back at the Seahorse. Should she make a detour around the refugees, and hurry toward Streaker as planned? It was an agonizing choice.
Hikahi cut her speed to run still quieter, and sent the skiff due north, toward the dim cries.
71 ::: Charles Dart
He waited until everyone had left before he unscrewed the back of the new robot and checked its contents. Yes, it was still there. Safely concealed. Ah, well, he thought. I'd hoped to repeat the experiment. But one bomb should be enough.
72 ::: Streaker
FROM THE JOURNAL OF GILLIAN BASKIN
We're on our way. Everyone aboard seems relieved to be moving at last.
Streaker lifted off the ocean floor late last night, impellers barely ticking over. I was on the bridge, monitoring reports by the fen outside, and watching the strain gauges until we were sure Streaker was okay. In fact, she sounded positively eager to be off.
Emerson and the crew in the engine room should be proud of the job they've done, though, of course, it's the coils Tom and Tsh't found, that made it possible. Streaker hums like a starship once again.
Our course is due south. We dropped a monofilament relay behind to keep us in touch with the party on the island, and left a message for Hikahi when she shows up.
I hope she hurries. Being a commander is more complicated than I'd ever imagined. I have to make sure everything is done in the right order and correctly, and all as unobtrusively as possible, without making the fen feel 'the old lady' is hovering over them. It makes me wish I had some of the military training Tom got while I was away in medical school.
Less than thirty hours and we'll reach the Thennanin shell. Suessi says they'll be ready for us. Meanwhile, we have scouts out, and Wattaceti paces us overhead in a detection sled. His instruments show very little leakage, so we should be safe for now.
I'd give a year's wages for Hikahi or Tsh't, or even Keepiru right now. I'd never understood, before, why a captain treasures a good executive officer so much.
Speaking of captains. Ours is a wonder.
Creideiki seemed to be in a daze for a long time, after getting out of sick bay. But his long conversation with Sah'ot appears to have roused him. I don't know what Sah'ot did, but I would never have believed a person so severely damaged as Creideiki could be so vigorous, or make himself so useful.
When we lifted off he asked to be allowed to supervise the scouts and flankers. I was desperate for a reliable fin to put in charge out there, and thought that having him visible could help morale. Even the Stenos were excited to have him about. Their last bitterness over my 'coup' — and Takkata-Jim's exile — seem to have dissipated.
Creideiki is limited to the simplest calls in Trinary, but that seems to be enough. He's out there now, zipping about in his sled, keeping things orderly by pointing, nudging, and setting an example. In only a few hours Tsh't should rendezvous with the scouts we sent ahead, and then Creideiki can come back aboard.
There's a tiny light on my comm that's been flashing since I returned. It's that crazy Tymbrimi Niss machine. I've been keeping the damned thing waiting.
Tom wouldn't approve, I guess. But a fem has only so much strength, and I've got to take a nap. If the matter were urgent it would have broken in and spoken
